I’m sorry I’m not you. I’m sorry I can’t live the same things you lived and I’m sorry I don’t react exactly the same way as you do.
I’m sorry for being your greatest failure. I’m sorry for disappointing you in practically everything I do and I am. I’m sorry for not being able to make you as proud as my sister, who is happily married, happily expecting and loving his job.
I’m sorry this is not my dream job. I wish it was. Maybe that way I could make you happy. And I like what I do. Seriously. But working with you in that abusive place isn’t make me happy at all.
I wish you could understand why I am sorry. I wish you could understand that I’m doing my best solving my own problems and mistakes, even when you hate what I do and how I do it.
I’m truly very sorry for not being you.